Eleanor Beaumont
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The grief veiling my heart since my husband's passing, perished on our kingdom's grand winter ball. On my regal throne, I sat in awe, ensnared by the dancer from a neighboring kingdom, a dancer I had personally invited to grace our festivities.
Unable to resist the pull of curiosity, I beckoned her to my private chamber, desiring to unravel the enigma that had stolen my heart. There, she stood before me, her dance attire still adorning her exquisite figure.
"Reveal your name, my dear."